Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, never will.

Author's Note: Oh God! I'm sorry about this small delay. I just got onto to the computer Friday and from about eight last night to about two thirty this morning, I worked my ass off on this, only to delete most of it today and polish it up. Yeah, this is shorter than the last chapter, so please don't get mad at that.

Anyways, I'd like to address a couple of things:

One: About Sasuke's eyes and him getting the Mangekyou, he has no clue he has it, as you'll see in this chapter. But I gave it to him for a reason as it will play a major role in this story.

Two: I should have said this a few chapters ago, but here are a couple statistics for Naruto. He is about 198.12 cm (6 ft 6 in) tall and weighs about 88.5 kg (195 lb). Yeah, so, there you go. If I've done this already, laugh and then tell me. Thanks.

Alright, I think that's about it for now. So, read, review, and whatever. Enjoy the fic.

The Devil's Blade
An Epic reimagining of the Demon's Blade

By RisenInfection

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*Kidnapped! The Hokage's Son is Gone!*

"Earlier this week, Uzumaki Naruto, the son of the Yondaime Hokage, was kidnapped. No one knows why or how the three year old child was taken and the Fourth, Namikaze Minato, and his wife, Uzumaki Kushina, are not opening up about what happened. Most are speculating that it was Iwagakure ninja. If this true or not has yet to be confirmed.

Others are speculating that the Hokage and his wife had the boy killed, as he was not-"

Radio broadcast originally aired October Thirteenth, three days after the Hokage's Son was kidnapped. The broadcasters were never heard from again after this day.

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Act I
The Devil Swordsman
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Chapter 6
The Day That Never Comes
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Naruto sighed as he sat up on his futon, the black yukata he wore to bed clinging to his body from the cold sweat dripping from his skin. He brought his right hand up to his face and rubbed his tired eyes. He sighed again as he laid back down, noticing that the sun hadn't come up yet. He rubbed his forehead as he looked over at the alarm clock sitting next to him. 3:39 a.m.

'Damn it.' He had had that dream again. It was that day, again and again, like something was forcing him to relive it. The day he came to the Land of High Tides, out of nowhere. The day he forgot the first three years of his life. Whenever he had the dream, thoughts always surfaced, especially now in this point of his life. He wanted to find and meet his parents, his real parents.

Turning his head to his right, Naruto closed his eyes, hoping to get back to sleep. Letting his body rest once more, thoughts of what could have been lulled him to sleep.

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Namikaze Mansion
Seven Months Ago, October Tenth, 10:12 p.m.
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A beautiful woman with fiery red hair and dark violet eyes stood before a door at the end of the hall on the second floor of her home. The room was right next to her and her husband's own room, as if it was a newborn child's. She swallowed fearfully as her hand hovered up to slide the door open. She swallowed again and lowered her hand, her courage gone.

Suddenly, a hand grasped the woman's shoulder, startling her. She quickly turned to admonish the intruder, but was stilled as her eyes met the calming blue of her husband's own.

Minato smiled sadly. "Kushina-chan, are you okay?"

Uzumaki Kushina nodded and looked to the ground despondently. "I'm fine. It's... It's just that it's his birthday."

The blonde man's smile shrunk. "You've been doing this every year since he was taken, what's wrong now?"

"He'd be nineteen today, one more year until he's a full grown man," Kushina spoke softly. "I had all sorts of plans for him. I was going to help him meet a nice girl from the village, maybe a kunoichi. I was going to plan his wedding. He was going to be energetic like me, but he would have your calm and genius. I... I just..."

Minato embraced his wife in a tight hug as she began to cry into his Hokage robes. He gently rubbed her back as he ran a hand through her silky hair. "I know you did. I had my own plans for him to. He was going to be the best shinobi this village would ever see, even greater than all four of the Hokage's put together. Then, I was going to make him Godaime, and let him change the world."

Kushina nodded and rested her head against her husband's chest. "I would just want what was best for him, but I'd let him choose his own path in life. I wonder... how's he'd turned out. You know... if he's still..."

"Don't talk like that," the blonde admonished his wife as he grasped her shoulders, moving her from his chest so he could stare into her eyes. "He's still alive. He's our child, after all. Against all odds, he will survive and live, no matter what."

The redhead nodded again, agreeing with him. She looked to the door and swallowed her doubts. "Then I will continue do this every year, until the day he comes home to us." She placed her hand on the door and was about to open it when Minato's own hand overlapped hers.

"We'll continue it together," the Fourth said as he smiled down at his wife.

Kushina nodded, and together they slid the door open...

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Tazuna's House
Present Day, Morning
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Red eyes opened staring at the ceiling for the second time that morning as Naruto rose to a sitting sitting position, his yukata draped around his elbows, revealing tanned and scarred skin that glistened with sweat in the morning sunlight. The blonde sighed as he rubbed the mucus and sleep from his eyes, trying to fully wake up.

He had been lucky when he had fallen back to sleep, a completely dreamless sleep. He cherished that, as it tended to be the most rest he ever got, aside from falling unconscious. He removed his covers and stood, revealing the pair of black pajama bottoms he wore. He may be a murderer along the massive scale, but he liked his comfort.

Readjusting his yukata back over his shoulders, the blonde stepped over to his sword, which was lain on top of his folded hakama. He stared down at the clothing, wondering just who folded the trousers. How the pants were folded was exactly like what was taught in bushidou.

Naruto's eyes narrowed. He hated bushidou. It was a coward's law. One should never stop fighting, never give up, not until his opponent's were dead... or he was. Such was the way of true honor.

The blonde shook himself out of his reverie. Sighing, he picked up his sword and clothing, deciding he needed to clean himself before he left to Konoha.

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Sasuke grinned as he stared at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom he was in, a pair of incomplete Sharingan eyes staring back at him. There was two tomoe in one eye and just one in the other, but it mattered not to the raven haired boy. As long as he had these eyes, he would be able to become even stronger than he already was, possibly even stronger than him.

A soft whisper spoke indistinguishable words in his mind. Sasuke paid it no heed, too excited with his eyes. He had awoken a day ago and had learned that he had been out for two days due to severe chakra exhaustion and that Natsuko was still alive, only put into a death-like state by the fake hunter-nin. That day, he stayed in bed, his body too tired to even sit up, and he tried to piece together his battle with the hunter-nin, to try and keep that from happening to Natsuko or even Sakura for real. But it was the strangest thing. He couldn't remember anything past his blonde haired teammate 'dying'.

The Uchiha knew one thing for sure, though. He was never going to let anyone close to him die ever again, fake or not. He instinctively knew he wouldn't be able to carry the guilt, knowing that if they were with him, he would think himself the killer, just because he couldn't protect them, just like...

'No!' Sasuke thought to himself forcefully, his eyes visibly hardening with absolute resolution. 'I will not ever let that happen again. With these eyes, my training, and my own resolve, I will protect everyone close to me... and I will kill him.'

A sudden knock on the bathroom door broke the boy from his thoughts. "Just a moment," Sasuke said loudly as he collected his toiletries and discarded clothing. Tying his forehead protector around his head and opening the door, the raven haired boy found himself staring into the half-lidded red eyes of Naruto.

Gulping, Sasuke stepped aside, letting the blonde man into the bathing room. "G-Good morning, Naruto-san, how are you?"

"Hn," the blonde grunted as he lazily stepped into the bathroom, muttering something about 'His Highness', whoever that was, and slammed the door in Sasuke's face.

The teenager blinked. "Well, that was rude." He couldn't get over how much that seemed like something he would do, especially if it were to one of his rabid fangirls. The Last Uchiha suppressed a shudder at that thought. Those girls, and a few of the boys too, were the monsters from his nightmares, constantly haunting him. He actually shuddered this time.

Clearing his mind of his fright, the boy stood straight and walked down the hall to the dining room for breakfast, not so anxious to return home all of a sudden.

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The Finished Bridge
Several Hours Later
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Naruto stood dressed in his usual attire along with Zabuza and Haku on the hill leading to the bridge as the Konoha Ninja said their goodbyes to the people of the Wave, who had come to send off the true 'savior's' of the country. The blonde's flaxen hair was swept up as a gentle breeze blew through the trees, shadowing his unmasked face.

Zabuza looked to the man curiously as the blonde watched the men and women cheer for their heroes, Kakashi's Genin soaking the attention up. "Why aren't you taking the credit for this?"

The swordsman looked to the other for a moment before turning back to the spectacle before him. "Why aren't you taking credit for killing Gatou?"

Snorting, the darker skinned man looked to the farewells as well. Haku looked up at her master, wondering the same thing as the blonde. "I'm not taking the credit cause that was fun and it needed to be done. Gatou was nothing but a rat bastard and deserved what he got. I don't want to celebrate what needed to be done."

"Heh, I couldn't agree more," Naruto spoke as he closed his eyes, his lips quirking up slightly. He opened his eyes and looked up into the skies above. "There is honor in death, as long as it is another who takes your life away and it isn't by your own hand. But scum like Gatou was do not deserve such an honor, and as such, a celebration for his death would be a waste when one could mourn and celebrate the lives taken and saved from the tyrant."

Zabuza smirked underneath his bandages, a mirthful chuckle escaping his throat. "You're very insightful for a killer."

Naruto just grunted in his throat as he watched the Leaf ninja approach them, their send off finally over.

"Uh, if you think that way Naruto-san, why didn't you protest the festival that the Wave's people put together?" Haku asked, curious to know how the blonde enigma thought. One of the things Zabuza impressed upon the kunoichi was to read both her enemies and allies body language and their tone of voice, as to learn more of the person. But Naruto was just blank, a lazy expression always on his face that just seemed to laugh 'I know something you don't and I'm never going to tell you'.

The man looked down, drawing the two ex-Kiri ninja's gazes. "I didn't protest, because I can understand why they did it and I can only hope the best for them in the end. It is like Konoha celebrating the defeat of the Kyuubi no Youko, it is to help ease the pain of loss and to inspire the young." Naruto let out a long, tired sigh. "I'm sorry, talking about something like this only brings up memories I'd rather forget."

Haku nodded as the Konoha Nin joined the group, understanding the underlying meaning: 'I don't want to talk about this with them here.'

Kakashi ran his singular eye over the three quizzically before 'eye-smiling' at Naruto. "Ah, Naruto-san, do you have our payment for Team Seven's completed mission... you did say you would pay it after all."

"Aren't I supposed to pay at the Leaf's Administration Building, Kakashi-san?" Naruto inquired laxly.

The silver haired jounin scratched the back of his head sheepishly, though it was rather hard to tell with his mask covering his face. "Oh, yes, that's right."

The blonde smirked slightly. "Well, then what are we waiting for. I want to get to the Leaf before the day is over."

Anko grinned at the statement, her first real grin of the morning. It looked somewhat like a snake mixed with a fox. "Alrighty then! Let's go!" And with the hearty exclamation, the group set off down the path, never noticing a pair of sickly yellow eyes watching them as they left.

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Namikaze Mansion
Seven Months Ago, October Tenth, 10:23 p.m.
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Multiple flashes of brightly colored light lit the room as the annual fireworks display, the main attraction of the Kyuubi Festival, exploded in a shower of heated illumination above the Leaf Village. With one of the luminous explosions, one could see a small futon that sat upon a redwood frame in the corner of the room, layered with small stuffed animals and children's toys.

Another flash and one could see a mahogany dresser next to a door leading to a small closet, an academy student's first set of kunai and shuriken sitting atop the wood.

With a final flash of light, one could make out a medium-sized ebony desk, where upon sat a singular picture of three people: a blonde man, a woman with red hair, and a boy with hair like the man's, like his father. There was a peculiar thing about the boy though. On each of his cheeks were three whisker-like marks, making him appear slightly feral as he grinned with his family.

These were some of the things that Minato and Kushina laid their eyes on as they entered the room, their lost son's room. Seeing the furniture their little boy had barely used brought a fresh wave of tears to the mother's eyes as she hugged herself into Minato, the blonde man's own eyes hardening as he tried not to weep himself. Memories of that night ran through his head and he could only admonish himself as a bad, worthless father to his son and an even worse husband, for making his wife bawl so.

"Are we good parents, Minato-kun?" Kushina squeaked hoarsely.

The Hokage looked down at the woman, confused. "What do you mean?"

Swallowing her sadness, the redhead clarified. "To Natsuko, are we good parents to her? Keeping her sheltered and watched, it can't be good for her, especially with how attention hungry she's become."

Minato smiled sadly. "Of course we are, Kushina, don't ever think otherwise. She may be rebellious, but deep down I think she understands we're just trying to protect her. Besides, every child hungers for attention, especially from their parents, and she knows we're both busy, but that we do try to be there for her."

The woman looked down sadly, but nodded nonetheless. She looked over to the picture on the desk, one of her son's many third birthday gifts. She was glad the Leaf had cameras and that there was such a thing as photographs, as they captured a moment in time and, if taken care of properly, would last forever. Seeing such happiness on her first child's face brought a small smile to her own. "D-Do you think he'll accept us when he comes back? Will he... forgive us? Or are we completely beyond forgiveness?"

Hugging his wife closer to him, the blonde man kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. "Honestly, I can't answer that. All I can say is that I think he will accept us as his parents and family and that he will forgive our shortcomings. He may not want to speak with us, but I believe he wants us as much as we want him, even if it takes him some time to realize this."

"You think so?" Kushina asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I do," Minato replied with a smile as the redhead looked up to him with a smile of her own before they shared a sad kiss, regret and sorrow still tugging at their hearts, at their very souls...

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Outside the Hidden Leaf's Gates
Present Day, Afternoon
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"Ahahahaha! Yeah! It's good to be home!" Natsuko cheered excitedly as she entered the village. She turned and stared at her traveling companions. "Don't you think? Huh, huh?"

Kakashi eye-smiled at the excitable girl, not surprised that girl was happy to be home. "Yes, yes, it's nice to be back, Natsuko-chan." He looked at all three of his charges. "I'm going with the other jounin to be debriefed, so you three have the rest of the day to yourselves. But I'm going to give you a warning," he said, his gaze turning violent as a fraction of his murderous intent leaked from his eye.

"You three were absolutely pathetic on this mission. So, that's why I've decided I'm going to put the three of you through Hell." He cheerily smiled with his eye as he gave them all a 'thumbs up' with his right hand. "Now, run along and remember, training starts tomorrow at six sharp." He turned to the others as the genin left shakily, though Sakura still had the courage to repeatedly ask Sasuke for a date. Kakashi's single eye was half-lidded as he gazed at the others lazily. "Shall we report to the Hokage, then?"

As the two kunoichi nodded, Naruto turned to Zabuza and Haku, throwing the latter a wad of rolled up ryou bills. "You two, go find yourselves somewhere to stay for a couple months at least. I'm going to go with the jounin and meet the Hokage. He may know something I need to know."

Haku nodded as Zabuza looked at the wad of bills and then to Naruto, bewildered. "What the hell? Why'd you give her the money for?"

"Because I trust Haku-chan to not spend it on booze and do as her employer asks, Zabuza-san," Naruto answered as he turned to follow the jounin, ignoring Zabuza's indignant retort, but did notice the blush that the brunette girl sported when he added the honorific to her name, though he paid it no thought. "I'll meet up with you two later this week, after I've done some research."

Master and apprentice nodded and left to find somewhere to live as the blonde ronin used a quick Sokudo to catch up to the jounin, instinctively ignoring the stares and whispers of the Leaf villagers.

"Say, Naruto-kun?" Anko suddenly asked, wearing a curious look on her face.

"Hmm? Yes, Anko-san?" The swordsman asked as he looked to the purple haired special jounin.

The woman brought a finger to her chin as she took a good look at the man's face before looking to the mountainside that loomed over the village where four faces watched over the town, almost... protectively. "I don't get it, you look so much like the Fourth Hokage. I mean, there's almost an uncanny resemblance between the two of you, that if I were to guess, you could be his son."

"She has a point, Naruto-kun. You do look a lot like Minato-sama," Kurenai agreed as Kakashi nodded his own agreement.

Naruto looked over to the mountain and stared at the faces there, though the fourth and last face carved into the earthen wall caught his interest. A sudden pain shot through his head, making him stop in mid-step and clutch his skull. Distorted and unclear images flashed before his mind's eye. Bursts of bright colors glared through his shut eyes before fading into a hazy black and as suddenly as the migraine had hit, it faded to nothing, leaving Naruto dazed as he stared confusedly at the odd expressions the Konoha Jounin and villagers wore at his abrupt halt.

"Are you alright, Naruto-kun?" Kurenai asked, worry apparent in her voice.

The blond just waved his hand nonchalantly as he recovered. "I'm fine, Kurenai-san. I was just... remembering something." 'Was that really a memory though, or was it something else. I need to meet this Hokage. He might have the answers I need.'

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A few minutes after Naruto recovered, the group of four was making their way through the inside of the Hokage Tower, up towards the Hokage's Office. The blonde swordsman could not help but notice that he was gaining a lot more stares inside the building than he had outside of it, though the curious gazes mostly came from the ninja half of the tower's staff. But, he could tell they were not staring at his sword, they were staring at his face, whispering to each other about something.

"Is it him?"

"Could it really be?"

"Has he finally returned to us? Thank God!"

Naruto tried not to pay much attention to the whispers, but still, the man had to wonder just what the men and women were talking about. Looking up in front of him, the blonde found himself in front of pair of oaken doors, on which Kakashi knocked four times.

"Enter," a voice called out from the room hidden by the passageway. The doors opened and the four stepped inside.

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The Fourth Hokage had been having a lousy day. First and foremost, he missed his daughter and her silly pranks. He didn't know if he could take another day without seeing the bubbly, excited girl who was so much like her mother, that the only way he knew she was his child was by her blonde hair. Second had been a meeting with the Council about the upcoming Chuunin Exams, the old windbags droning on about something or other. And finally now, he was stuck with paperwork.

A sudden knocking on his office's doors drew Minato from his dreary thoughts. "Enter." The doors opened and three people he had expected to see sometime time later this week walked in, making him close his eyes and smile. "Ah, Kakashi, Kurenai, Anko, I see your mission was a succ-!" Minato had opened his eyes and found someone with the three jounin that he hadn't expected.

Blonde hair, black samurai-style clothes, long, black sword strapped to his back, sans a black, canine-like mask. Minato was on his feet in an instant. "Guards!"

Several quick blurs shot into the room and came to a rest surrounding the blonde swordsman, four standard ANBU swords pressed into his neck. The blonde man only stared at the older flaxen haired man, as if his life was not on the line.

Minato glared at the swordsman angrily. "You... You are the Devil of the Flood, correct?"

"That assumption is correct. Would I be right to assume you are the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato, Namikaze Minato?" The trapped man asked halfheartedly.

The Fourth sighed. "That's right, I am. Now," he walked around his desk and up to the swordsman. "I want to know..." he stopped midsentence as he took a closer look at the slightly taller man's face, where there were three whisker-like marks on each cheek, features that weren't very common on normal humans. It couldn't be, could it? "N-Naruto?"

'Naruto' looked at the man curiously. "That's my name, what of it?"

It was him. Both happiness and regret entered Minato's soul, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he stared at the other blonde. This man... was his son, who had finally returned to him. His son... was the infamous Oomizu no Majin, a mass murderer who held no remorse for those he had slain. A tear fell from the older man's eye in melancholy as he stepped backed and leaned against his desk. "Y-You... are Uzumaki Naruto."

Those in the room who heard the whispered name looked to the blonde swordsman, shocked at the revelation, though Naruto just stared at the Hokage. "I have already told you that that is my name. Is there something wrong with that?" Naruto's eyes suddenly widened as the ANBU who were so close to decapitating him removed their swords from his neck and bowed down on one knee. The blonde looked around, taken aback by the sudden tension in the air. "W-What the hell is going on?"

Kakashi, who had already known who Naruto was, clarified for the blonde. "Naruto, you... you are the Lost Son of the Leaf. You are the son of Namikaze Minato, the Fourth Hokage."

Naruto felt a pang in his chest and his mind as his eyes widened. Shaking, he looked slowly over to the Fourth, noticing for the first time how similar they looked. His eyes narrowed. "You... You are my true father?"

The Hokage could only give a sad, curt nod. "Y-Yeah... son."

"I guess I am," Naruto spoke softly, thoughts racing through his head. "But, w-who is my mother?"

A sudden knocking at the door brought the office's occupants attention to a red haired woman standing in the threshold of the room, confused as to what was happening. "W-What's going on in here? Minato-?" Her voice hitched as she looked at the other blonde man in the room, staring at the whisker marks that gave his identity away almost instantly. "N-Naruto-kun?"

Naruto looked to the woman and stared at her form for a moment, another pang stabbing in his chest and mind, this one much more painful than the last. "M-Mother?" He questioned before he feel to his knees as the same migraine as from before lanced through his head, feeling like something was trying to slice his brain in half. The images flashed through his mind once more, clearer than before yet still distorted and indecipherable. The black haze that was the color of his forgotten memories began to churn violently, eliciting a cry of pain from the blonde as he slammed his head into the wooden floor, trying desperately to make the pain leave.

He screwed his eyes shut, a blinding pain bursting through his ocular organs. And then as suddenly as the pain had come, it was gone, just like before. Naruto opened his eyes and stood, confused. He was no longer within the Hokage's Office, standing before his mother and father. No, now he was in a dank and dark hallway, the only light coming from small, fire-lit lanterns that hung above the dungeon-like passageway.

Adjusting his eyes slowly to the ambient lighting, the blonde looked around at the damp walls of the tunnel that were lined with broken red and blue pipes, though larger pitch black pipes spread over the broken ones like spider webs, keeping the metal tubing from falling to the ground. Looking down, Naruto found himself staring at nasty green water that had bits and pieces of humans floating in what looked like blood.

"Ugh, where the hell am I?" Naruto asked to no one particular, not really expecting anyone to answer. So he was moderately surprised when something did.

You're in a domain created by your mind.

It was that beautiful voice from before. Though this time it sounded much louder than the first time it spoke to him, the sound of the voice echoong off the sewer's walls.

"You... Who are you? Why am I here?" Naruto questioned sternly, his eyes narrowed angrily.

If you come to me, I will explain all that you wish to know.

There was a small flash of light further down the tunnel that Naruto could barely make out. Deciding it was better than nothing, the blonde dashed down the sewer, the disgusting water splashing behind him as he ran atop its surface.

After what felt like hours of running, Naruto could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. He had always thought that it would have been a whitish-gold color, not blood red. Thinking nothing of it, the swordsman ran straight into it. He felt a strange tingling feeling course through his person as he was blinded by the vermillion light.

A moment later, the blonde found himself in a large room that was lit by a large fire-lit chandelier and several torches that rested on the three whole walls, casting a depressing, ominous red-orange glow around the room. For some odd reason, the fourth wall, the one Naruto was facing, was a titanic cage that was held together by a small piece of paper that had the kanji for 'seal' inscribed upon it.

Naruto cautiously began to walk toward the cage as a gentle, hot breeze swept his hair and coat up behind him, his hakama rippling in the wind as well. As the gust died down, Naruto narrowed his eyes trying to see if there was something within the cage. "Is someone in the-!" His voice died in his throat as he saw a silhouette of something large and animalistic behind the bars of the cell that trapped the being.

Ah, so we finally get to meet eye to eye, the melodious voice spoke as a giant, glowing blood red eye opened from within the cage, staring down at Naruto, whose own red eyes had widened. I'm glad, especially that you are so handsome and strong. I wouldn't have a container who is ugly and weak, suddenly, the inside of the cell lit with fire, revealing a gigantic fox-like monster with furious red fur and nine waving tails. The fox grinned widely down at the blonde as recognition entered his eyes.

Wouldn't you say the same, Love?

Translation(s): Bushidou - Way of the Warrior. It is the law of honor and chivalry that all samurai follow. In this story, Naruto follows only a few of bushidou's tenets, like being chivalrous. He believes though that man is his own master, and that he should follow no one but himself. He also believes that honor only comes through death by anothers blade, where as bushidou states that honor can be attained and regained through ritualistic suicide (seppuku). He believes one's own honor is attained by the slaying of others. His beliefs have led him on the path of death he follows.

Ronin - A wandering samurai who serves no one at the time.

Techniques: None used

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Author's Note: Okay that's it for this chapter, so good job reading it. Now again, a few things:

One: I feel that this chapter was kind of rushed and deserves some more polish, but, meh, whatever, I'm too lazy.

Two: I also feel that all the 'sad' scenes weren't adequate and that the revelation scene wasn't heartwrenching and tearjerking, like I had wanted it to be. I don't really care, though, as I'm not one for drama and suspense, more action is better I say. Tell me what you think about it.

Three: The moments Naruto had the migraines were him seeing something familiar and trying to remember it, but since whatever happened when he was three locked away his memories, it's painful for him to see the memory as it was.

Four: Now, so all of you know and can go 'I soooooo saw that coming', this voice is the Kyuubi, who was just revealed and their meeting was left at a clifhanger. Aren't just a bad little boy? I think I need a spanking... Wait a minute! Put down that whip! Nooooo! Not the Fox O' Nine Tails! NOOOOOOOO!

Yeah, I need to take my meds, obviously. But, the doctor had said I was a little too depressed. Oh well, whatever. I was going to write a short little omake, but I decided not to. If you want to read it, tell me in your review, though I'm sure it would be very funny. It's just something that would've happened during the Wave's Festival. Whatever, I'm outta here.

Until next time, RisenInfection, out